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The sun was high when I woke the next morning. I’d have slept even longer, but someone was knocking on my door.
“Coming!” I yelled.
I’m usually a pajama-sleeper, so when I rolled out of bed, hello, naked! was quite a surprise. My groggy brain struggled to make sense of my unclad state. Then I noticed the blood on my sheets. I had a moment of panic, double-checking that my organs were still in place, before I remembered Glenn. He’d left around daybreak, and I must have dozed off again. It was unlikely he’d come back and was now knocking at my door, so I flipped frantically through hangers in my closet until I found an ugly paisley robe I almost never wear. It stretched to just above my ankles. I secured the inner tie, then overlapped the two sides nearly to my neck before securing the
